The Musician
It was dark as I walked in
The outside chill seemed cool
I entered through the second door
And got myself a stool
A man got up, upon the stage
A guitar hung by his side
He told us all about his life
and the effects of cyanide
As he played his life away
My mind it slowly strayed
Beyond the musky candlelight
To the images he portrayed
Transfixed by the music
And the thought which it provoked
I sat back in the smoky air
And slowly sipped my coke
He played through slow exotic chords
And the vocal lines rang clear
He sang of all this darkest thoughts
And the things he held most dear
Then the evening drew to a close
And we all went home to bed
We left him in the darkened room
But his songs stayed in my head